The breath of winter intertwines with the evening sounds, spreading a veil of its mystery over the world. The steppe wind caresses the faces of those rare brave souls who decided to take to the streets. It plays in the hair covered with frost and shimmers in the sunny intervals with bright highlights. After a long twilight day, the earth is plunged into semi-darkness, and only the street lamps glowing with warmth disperse the cold of this evening. Viscous snow twists fluffy balls on the asphalt, creating unique patterns on the ground – the rustle of its crisp crystals can be heard in the distance.

he looks at her, nervously squeezing the palm of his woman tighter, the woman he loves more than his life and is ready to go to great lengths for her safety. The other hand held the cigarette he was smoking. he knew that she didn't like it when he smoked, she said it was harmful, but eventually she accepted it.

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—Are you cold?

he looks at the girl worriedly, ready to give his jacket at any moment so that the girl does not